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good. Make them niggas have to take the bumpers off to find shit,” Kori instructed, like he was saying something that could protect Kima.
    His cronies moved in to the table and began picking up the bricks of cocaine. They all filed out of the room to go stash the drugs in the hidden compartments of the car like they usually did when Junie was driving it. Once they were alone, Kori walked over to Kima and grabbed her in an embrace. Her heart was hammering but she didn’t say anything. She just lifted her arms and half-heartedly hugged him back. It was time for the mental warfare game he liked to play and she knew it all too well.
    â€œYou don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said stroking her hair. She was expecting this mind game. Kima remained quiet. “I mean, I need this really bad right now. We need it, but if you’re not comfortable with doing this shit, let me know now before it’s too late,” he said, full of game and manipulation.
    Kima pulled away from him. She knew better. She knew that if she said no now, there would be a price to pay. Besides, he had drilled it in her head that the cops don’t really fuck with female drivers unless they do something dumb. Kori had convinced Kima that if she played by the rules of the road, this plan was fool proof and he would even give her some money of her own for a change. None of that mattered to her more than making that man happy.
    â€œNo, I’m ready. I can do this one time, no big deal,” Kima replied.
    â€œYou a rider baby girl,” Kori said smiling. “Remember everything we went over. All you gotta do is make it to Richmond and those dudes will take the car from you from there. They’re gon’ put you on the Amtrak right back to me. I will be at the Amtrak station waiting for you and my boy,” Kori said, reaching out and touching Kima’s swollen stomach.
    His touch sent a chill down her spine, but not in a good way. She shrank back from him like he had just touched her with something hot. It was the first time he had ever touched her belly or really acknowledged the baby inside her in a positive way. “Everything gon’ be all right. Drive the speed limit, use your signals, just be normal. Ain’t nobody watching no female, you can trust that,” Kori assured her again. Kima just nodded her head and began to walk toward the exit.
    â€œYo, after this, we gettin’ married. As soon as you drop little man, I’m wifing you officially. You hear me?”
    Kima didn’t smile, she didn’t agree, she didn’t even turn around to let him know she’d heard him. She just remained quiet and kept on walking.
    Smoke came back inside. “It’s all done.”
    He looked at Kima like he felt sorry for her. Kima rolled her eyes and walked out of the door. Kori started after her. Smoke grabbed Kori’s arm, halting him. “Yo, my nigga. You sure you wanna send Shorty in her condition?” Smoke whispered, concern lacing his words.
    Kori’s eyebrows dipped in the middle and he bit down into his jaw. “C’mon nigga stop all that before you put the blight on her. Let me find out my bitch is more gangsta than your soft ass,” Kori retorted, pulling his arm away from Smoke.
    â€œA real leader will never send his people to hell purposely. This operation needs a new nigga in charge,” Smoke mumbled to himself, as he watched Kori with disdain. Smoke thought there was nothing worse than a selfish leader.
    Kima slid behind the wheel of the rental. Before she could close the door, Kori grabbed it. “What, I don’t get a kiss n’ shit?” Kori asked, leaning down into the car. Kima looked up at him with sad eyes. She let him kiss her on the lips. She barely returned it.
    â€œRemember what I said. Everything gon’ be good with this. Ain’t shit gonna go wrong,” Kori said, closing the door.
    Kima started the car,